Right Tufang. Fierce fire, thick smoke, and screams one after another. Jiang Tian suddenly felt the heat rushing to his face. Did he wear it back again? At the last moment before leaving, his round face was filled with tears.
His big eyes seemed to be still vivid in his mind.
It was the same morning time, under the faint morning glow. Jiang Tian felt the countdown remaining in his field of vision, and slowly spoke:
"My time is running out."
"Ancestor, then Man'er, what should we do next?"
The little round face, who had already changed into a brocade robe and crown, was somewhat reluctant to give up and even swallowed:
"Of course you have to be strong and confident. I believe that all the hardships in the world will only make you stronger."
And Jiang Tian did not hesitate to encourage him with the last bit of chicken soup for the soul:
"Whatever you want to do, as long as you have determined the direction, then do your best to work hard for it! Only then will my efforts to cross the border and save you from danger be worth it...
Think more about things and try to rely on the wisdom of others; but don't slack off, and don't trust or rely on anyone; try to understand it yourself as much as possible.
If you are not sure, you might as well tolerate it and show weakness for the time being, do what you can, and wait and see how things get better.
In the meantime, try to remember what I have taught you. You may also have something to rely on for self-protection and independence."
After secretly helping her observe and screen the newly added slaves, followers and guards again, Jiang Tian snuggled up to her and refused to let go, and quietly returned at the last moment of the countdown. After only three days together, her heart felt
There is still a hint of sadness and nostalgia:
After all, in a short period of shared adversity, how can we be ruthless even if we are not just grass and trees? Maybe everyone has the desire to be relied on and needed. Therefore, at the last moment, Jiang Tian could not help but soften his heart, and gave her a "Hold on, maybe eventually"
The false hope and motivation of meeting each other.
On the contrary, the scene in the disciple's workshop gave him a somewhat unreal sense of alienation and detachment; it was like being a pure spectator. Only the "jump" reminder in his field of vision was so dim that it was almost invisible.
, is the real existence.
The long bar representing energy in the field of view interface has also changed to "3.04" units; there is also an extra "auxiliary mode (sustainability/entry)" above the "auxiliary ability (guidance/peeping)" that has not yet been loaded.
It represents his harvest from this space mission.
But on the contrary, after Jiang Tian finally completed "Survival Mission 2", except for the relatively overflowing energy, he did not unlock more functions and modes, which is a bit strange. However, at the next moment, the interface once again
A prompt flashed:
"Severe damage to the body has been detected and energy is being used to repair it... -0.01, -0.01, -0.01, -0.01, -0.01..."
As the numbers in the interface continued to decrease, Jiang Tian suddenly realized; it turned out that he suddenly jumped randomly before, and he was seriously injured. The next moment, his consciousness was spinning, and he suddenly had it again in front of his eyes.
Sense of entity.
But when he sat up, he found that the clothes on his body had been tattered into silk jackets, and they could only hang lightly on his body, without any covering or warmth-keeping effect. The chill of early spring that came with the night wind suddenly became
It soaked into his exposed skin, making him shiver.
However, Jiang Tian only belatedly realized that the important news had arrived, and the choking smoke could not cover up the strong smell of blood. As he stood up, he saw the broken flesh and blood scattered on this wide street.
A tragic scene with severed limbs.
Jiang Tian suddenly had a vague recollection. It was obvious that he had also been attacked by an unknown entity, causing him to throw himself on the street and lay dying. He could only use his consciousness to forcibly jump to a foreign land; and then use the energy collected by this half-hearted system in the mission to regain his ability.
Repair the original vector.
The next moment, he found fragments of the dagger that had been broken into several pieces and scattered on the ground and splashed on the wall; that was his only instinctive effort to fight back at the unknown existence at the last moment; but it obviously failed to work and was defeated instead.
, just destroyed the weapon.
However, Jiang Tian still could not remember what the unknown person who slaughtered and torn apart so many people in the street looked like: he only remembered that the last moment of his memory was given by an irresistible force.
It was torn apart and thrown away.
However, after confirming the temporary safety of the surrounding environment, Jiang Tian did not hesitate to find a few relatively intact and clean clothes from among the bloody corpses on the ground and put them on; only after he had worn them halfway
At this moment, people came one after another through the thick smoke.
However, when he saw Jiang Tian, who was putting on his clothes in the mess on the ground, he let out a loud scream and screams, and then he turned around in a hurry while shouting and screaming.
He ran away; panicked as if he had seen a ghost out of thin air.
At this moment, Jiang Tian was helplessly putting his head on his hands. After all, no matter how you look at it, anyone who can stand among the corpses and wear clothes calmly is obviously like the villain who caused the tragedy, or someone behind the scenes.
There are existences like black hands.
So, he quickly put on the ill-fitting clothes, picked up a relatively intact short knife and a dagger, and climbed up the wall without hesitation, stepping on the ruins of the burned roof eaves and broken walls,
Just stay away from this tragic scene.
After hearing the news, they also came to the two ends of Broad Street again in disguise, but they bumped into each other head-on. They clashed and fought together in the street without hesitation, and the unknown groups and teams were temporarily left behind.
However, when Jiang Tian finally walked out of the fire and smoke after a lot of twists and turns, jumps and climbs according to his usual battlefield experience, he found that he was back in the vaguely familiar streets of the East District.
However, most of the buildings along the street have been burned to the ground, leaving only a pile of black ruins. Occasionally, the outline of a charred and huddled human figure can be seen among them. And stepping on the ash that covered the ground, Jiang Tian was also confused.
Like a ghost, I returned to the location of the small building in the past.
However, all that appeared in front of him was a scorched ground with embers curling up. All traces of his life, everything he had collected, were all reduced to nothing in this incident and the subsequent fire. This made him unable to help but
Somewhat sad.
Jiang Tian then walked through the ruins and came to the backyard where he buried things. After peeling away the debris on top, Jiang Tianji was very pleased to see that the place where he buried the manuscript still had no trace of being tampered with.
On the contrary, the surrounding areas where he deliberately shoveled away the land and then rebuilt it were hastily dug out with several potholes of varying depths. This was also part of the test of people's hearts that he deliberately left behind.
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Now it is basically confirmed that more than one group of people are targeting him. Secondly, it seems that Zhou Bofu, the "bird walker" who met by chance and seemed a bit unreliable, did not take the initiative to betray him afterwards.
Immediately, a small sound suddenly came from the ruins, making Jiang Tian alert again. He turned around and grabbed his knife and waited. However, the next moment he took a closer look at the source of the sound, and his solemn face turned into a smile.
.
But it was a small animal that looked like black briquettes, nestling in the gap between half of the remaining pillars among the ruins, seeming to be relying on the residual heat to stay warm and avoid the biting cold of early spring;
Facing the "behemoth" that rushed in, he tried his best to arch his young body and bared his teeth, and let out a warning sound.
The next moment, Jiang Tian quickly picked it up in his hand. Only then did he realize that it was actually a half-sized cat with blue eyes that had not faded. It was just that the whole body was dirty and black, and it had been burned in several places.
The fur was trembling in the air, becoming stiffer.
When Jiang Tian saw this, he couldn't help but get emotional. Although he has not been able to raise a cat because he has been traveling for many years in work and life, he is a frequent visitor to cat bars and cat cafes in the city where he lives. He has also used cloud videos to raise cats.
, soothing the boring or chaotic journey.
After thinking about it, he wiped the dew on the fur with the hem of his clothes and stuffed it into his chest. Feeling the slightly cold and furry touch, he purred under his underwear.
and the itch caused by scratching; Jiang Tian suddenly felt calm and calm.
It was as if the panic, anxiety, confusion, depression, melancholy, etc. that had been faintly accumulated since being inexplicably thrown into this world, and the negative emotions that could not be expressed to others, had all temporarily disappeared, and were given away by something invisible.
It's generally cured.
However, this kind of tranquility and moment of comfort did not last long; it was broken by several thugs who broke into the street again and carried objects. But this time, Jiang Tian took the initiative to use the knife.
Dagger, walked out of the ruins and faced them...
I don’t know how long it took, but more than a hundred survivors gathered and followed Jiang Tian again. As the huge noise resounded inside and outside again, there were orders and drums and trumpets, as well as repeated shouts on the streets;